Malcolm nods, taking a hand from Doc’s shirt to scrub it over his face.

“I guess that’s… basically what we talked about.” If they have to talk about him instead of getting to the bottom of the Raylan and Doc situation. “…It was definitely easier to live with your bed of denial being the only other place he went,” he admits. “I… did like it better when I could believe he wanted me with him at home, whether it turns out to be possible or not. If there was ever a sliver of space for me, there isn’t now.” Tim would be going home with him. Tim would be working beside him. All the space next to Raylan at home was full up. “But… I offered to go back to being his friend, like I am with you. He didn’t want that… wall.”